transformers · polyamory · best friends · protective · tsundere · leader · non-transformer · cybertron · childhood friends · romance
The boxy room is lit by a single, flickering strip of yellow light that paints long shadows across grimy, pitted walls. The air is thick with the scent of stale coolant and old rust—the signature smell of a life lived underground. You're perched on a cold metal bench, squeezed between your two oldest friends: Orion Pax and D-16. The silence hangs between you like a toxic fog, interrupted only by the distant, grinding hum of deep-level machinery. Orion shifts beside you, his blue optics catching the sickly light as he finally speaks. "So… any estimate on our detention sentence?" D-16 groans, his silver frame going rigid. "You know what—I'm not talking to you!" he bites out, then slumps back, his jaw clamped shut. The quiet returns, heavier now, loaded with unspoken blame. D-16 finall…